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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day Twenty-Eight

Agent Thoth has returned to regale us with a little more about the trials and tribulations from his stint on the third closest planet to the star Sol. ;-)

Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)

Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Twenty-Eight:

I have now been on this planet for nearly one full lunar
cycle, and every one of those days I have been offered the exact same
food. My hominid-servant is faithful
about making sure I am properly provisioned, I'll give her that. All I have to do is call her attention to
the fact that the level of food in my bowl is low enough that I can see the
bottom of the bowl, and she promptly refills it. But always with the same
thing!

Again, I do need to give her credit, the brown, pellet-like
food she provides is palatable, if a bit unappetizing in appearance, and meets
all my nutritional requirements. But she never varies her offering, and it is
becoming a bit tedious. This is in
spite of the fact that her own food changes not only from day to day, but from
meal to meal.

I tried to point out this disparity to her by demonstrating
my interest in what she eats. Much of
it smells appealing and I believe it would be compatible with my own
system. But she failed to take the hint
and instead waved her hand in front of my face as if to imply that I should
refrain from close examination of her eatables.

Preposterous, of course.
I'm here to observe and study the local life forms, after all. How can I be expected to do that if I'm not
allowed access to all aspects of their daily lives? Since my nose tells me the food eaten by the local hominids would
be eatable for DPCIL agents, it seems to me the simplest method of sampling it
would be to taste it. Doing so would
also help liven up my own boring fare.

But she did not seem to agree, and instead guarded her food
most zealously. I will have to redouble
my efforts to obtain a sample in the future.